The bedroom window opens to the sky and wrought iron railing cut as a stencil arabesques in blue.
My fingers draw spirals round and soft on your back.
The seagulls wheeling and screaming, I guess their dance and their airy arabesques asked about the wind.
The round belly draws stares and fingers can not help but to graze the surface. They follow the rounded curve and lost in arabesques hesitant and attentive.
The sand slips through your fingers, rain shimmering mica in the sun, arabesques on the skin that fly at the slightest breath of wind sailor.
Keep the memories of these little eddies of happiness, just drawn, just sketched, in endless arabesques.
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